Feline domesticus

The Manor House cat was now making daily patrols of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman noted that her fearsome demeanor was scaring away songbirds.

Again, Maggie Mae slipped off her ankle monitor and escaped to freedom. the Face of Everyman knew she’d be difficult to track in the vastness of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Maybe she’d get hungry and just come home on her own.

Yesterday Panther got her comeuppance when the manor house cat sprang out the door and chased her home. It was hard to entice Maggie Mae out of the yard near the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman noted that she returned about sundown for well-deserved meal and bed.

Panther guarded the single cherry; expecting a crow to be enticed to swoop in and eat it. Hunting in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was forbidden. the Face of Everyman expected everyone to abstain.

This neighborhood Tabby thought high tide at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was a good time to forage for birds. the Face of Everyman was astonished at such brazen antics. Hmmm.

After months of captivity the new manor house cat escaped the confines of her loving home. Maggie Mae went straight to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa to seek out interlopers. the Face of Everyman saved any formal introduction for next time.

Try as he might Calypso’s hypnotic stare could not make a fish appear in the sterile waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman had posted NO FISHING signs as a deterrent, but that hadn’t worked.

Hunting was not allowed in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa, a UNESCO World Heritage site. the Face of Everyman was quick to remind the intruder that: “A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.”

The Tabby seemed to make herself at home in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the face of Everyman wondered how brazen these predators had become.